‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. ” Pause. ‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’ She stamped her foot. ” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. “It’s—it’s a difficult question. . You make me angry, and I lie. . . “Before you do anything else I should advise you to secure those charred fragments of paper from the grate. She went to the post-office and drew out and sent off her money to Ramage. .
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